Tuesday, February 5, 2013

our first offer

{our first written offer}

We looked at 15 houses total - number fifteen was the magic house! It was perfect. Had what we wanted and the space we're craving. We asked lots of questions, turned on every light switch, ran every faucet, walked every tiny little square inch of the house.

The seller's agent told our realtor that there were no other serious lookers. We decided to meet a day later to submit our offer. Two weeks ago we submitted a solid offer and started picking out a new paint color for the living room and discussing where furniture would go.

{how dreamy is this foyer?}

Then, about an hour later, I got a text message that another offer had been submitted minutes after ours. My heart sunk, and I think Steven's did too. The sellers weren't going to make a decision until the following evening. Did we want to submit another offer? We talked about putting in a higher offer, but opted not to in case of negotiations. We didn't want to go over our budget.

So we waited. And waited. It was a long, sleepless night for me. I kept thinking about all the possibilities, what the other buyer's offer might be, how we could have adjusted our offer to make it more appealing... I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Finally at 10:00 the next night we got our answer. The sellers chose the other offer. We lost the house.

It was rough. I mean, they tell you not to get attached to a house - but how can you not when you're also supposed to picture yourself living there at the same time?

There is really nothing else on the market right now that appeals to us, so we wait. It's been two weeks and I think I'm finally coming around to the fact that there might be something better out there. But, we wait. And we hope we have a house to move into at the end of May/beginning of June.